my mirth;

on the acre, I cultivate my fair loss. I will never be letting any bloomeries happen on this land. my dazed and stark visage gives me my most avenue. sometimes, I don’t want to be found, my mirth is evermore a transient ecstasy.

[weighs our madness with our sanity, a tribute for Perseus by Sylvia Plath]

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me & my mediocre, some about tales, some about my day-to-day struggles.

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